As a mother, Kensi Blye hasn't succeeded at too many motherly skills. She's got the basic things down, the important ones. Knowing when Max is sick and needs medicine, keeping an eye on him while playing. She's an expert in cuddling and in superheros and Blues Clues (because her baby boy LOVES dogs). She can recite most of his favorite books and can remember his first few words vividly. She's got the important things down pat.
Its the cooking and the cleaning that she's not quite spectacular at.
But she can make some killer muffins.
Deeks comes down the stairs. Usually she's right there listening to bedtime rituals, but not today. Today, she's running around the kitchen, flipping through recipes.
"Do you think he'd want chocolate muffins in the morning? Or blueberry? Or those cinnamon ones I made…" she began.
"Woah. Calm down," he said, motioning for her to breathe.
"Its going to be his first day of school. He has to have a perfect breakfast."
Deeks laughed. "Its going to be fine, Kens."
"He's getting so big."
"I know it."
He opened his arms, and she fell into them.
"I think I want another," she said.
He grinned. "That sounds pretty good to me."
Her face light up. "Really?"
"Of course."
With a big smile, she buried her head in his chest. He traced patterns on her back slowly, until she pulled away.
"Muffins," she said.
"I think Max would really really like the chocolate ones."
She smacked him lightly on the butt. "I think YOU'D like the chocolate ones."
"Gee, where'd you get that that impression?"
To that, all she could do was roll her eyes.